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It's My Party

It's my party and I'll cling if I want to
lie if I have to, grasp if I want to
You would strive too if it happened to you

Nobody knows that Obama can win
so please let me just bide my time
Why is he holding his lead
when it's supposed to be mine?

It's my party which I’ll steal if I want to
take if I have to, rob if I want to
You would try too if it happened to you

Ignore my record, stop proving me wrong
Leave Tuzla alone for a while
The press is laughing at me
I have no reason to smile

It’s my party and I’ll fight if I want to
scratch if I have to, snarl if I want to
You would brawl too if it happened to you

Obama’s got numbers and delegates too
They might as well just crown him king
But I have eyes on that prize
I won’t step out of the ring

It’s my party to divide if I want to
Con if I need to, use as I want to
You'd pander too if it happened to you


- LisB a/k/a Weird Alice Yankovitch, May 2008

Obama/Richardson 2008


Comments (41)

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Oh Elisabeth

Heh.

Well at least you know how to spell my name, Louis.

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Can you please mention that to Ben. He doesn't think I can spell.

Baby doll, you are wonder of original mirth. I wish you knew how good a singer I am, and how great your lyrics sound right now.

ARGH!

A SEA CHANTY BY THE SHE SANTY... A REBEL WITHOUT A CLAUSE.

THE SANDY BEACH THE SANITY IMPEACH OF THE COBBLER'S PIE TO BESEECH.

THERE'S GUM ON THE BOTTOM OF MY SHOE!

WENCH HILLARY TA-DUM-DUM THATS WHO!

ACQUIRE! MERGE! MARAUD! DILUTE! DILUTE!

ARGH!

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Peet your a dick.

You're, Louis. It's "you're". Short for "you are".

Ah, Lis. Fighting the good fight. Cleaning up the blogo-thing one contraction at a time.

Just don't loose your sense of humor.

Lose, honey. Not loose. But what do you know, you're just a goat.

Heh heh.

I was alive and I waited, waited...

Fingernails on the blackboard, isn't it? I had trouble typing it that way.

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I am sorry Lis. Admittedly I am not the brightest bulb on the tree. Get a lot of those things wrong. I should have spent more time in school probably but even if i did the ones we had here weren't so good.

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Listen to LisB, Louisville, she wants to be a poet in the worst way and writes accordingly.

Listen to Bev, Louis, and you will end up in hell.

In the worst way.

It *is* her party, dammit! She's put her blood and tears into the Democratic Party for years. She's sacrificed, and dedicated herself. She always put the party ahead of her own desires, of her own personal life (see 1992-2000, especially 1998-2000). And after all that selfless sacrifice, Mr. Fancy Pants strolls in with his razzle dazzle and gets the world handed to him on a platter.

It doesn't have to be that way! The superdelegates can turn this around!
Clinton '08

Gosh, Bizarro Allsburg....you're making me want to flip-flop. Keep talking, baby, and I might just sell my 8-tracks and vinyls in order to contribute to Hillary's campaign.

Wow. No one seemed to understand Bizarro Day at all. Present company excluded.

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I did, too, DF. I even commented on it twice.

Although, one comment was about the shirt that Genghis is wearing, so I guess that doesn't count.

Lol..Get down LisB... You have some talent there..:)

Thanks, Sean. I think you have a lot of talent too. I've been reading your posts these past two weeks, and I love your honesty and your spirit.

Here's another twist of a lyric I wrote last year, based on Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion". I hope you enjoy it:

Sweet evasion
Sweet evasion

You wonk about things and everyone cares
You're wearing salmon pink which nobody wears
You're calling my phone cuz you wanna make clear
the White House, baby, you'll take back in a year

Some smart talkin' mama with a neo-con bent
said her first gentleman he done came and then went
Well I got bad news, she's a real good liar
and the female Bubba raises just as much ire

Sweet coronation
Bleed our nation

You say the right wing went just a little too far
When your hubby did things with a fancy cigar
You're saying these things but we know you lied
You can't escape the fact that Vince done died

(Suicide?)

Sweet coronation
Bleed our nation

You stand like a frontrunner covered in glass
Take you back in time, watch you cover your ass
Let's talk about something that you can control
'cause an unscripted question takes you back to your polls

Sweet evasion
Sweet evasion

Lis, 2007

That one's even better!

Great line: "You're wearing salmon pink which nobody wears"

I almost pissed myself. Nice.

Thanks Lisb....You'll always get both from me, my honesty and spirit.(gets me in trouble)....You know as someone else said, Im feely person...lol, but this is about you..

and lol...ohh Lisb....You are toooo Classic...This is the best....

"Some smart talkin' mama with a neo-con bent
said her first gentleman he done came and then went
Well I got bad news, she's a real good liar
and the female Bubba raises just as much ire"

This one too..

"You're wearing salmon pink which nobody wears"

Good Job, talk about spirit...:)

Thanks. I appreciate it when someone reads every word like that.

Yeah, that's a good line.

Lis, you're good! ha!

Urban, you're good at contractions! Ha!

It is her party to divide if she wants to. People should have to pay dues before they get to divide and sink the Party. She did. Her husband did. Paid their dues, that is. They paid their dues, dammit! They suffered and still remained committed Democrats! That glittering newbie just waltzed in and swiped the nomination that is rightfully hers! All she's doing is taking it back.

What about the sequel to It's My Party ... Gerry's Turn To Cry

Thanks Lis! That just made my day.

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You have amazing writing talents. You should consider a career as a writer when you grow up.

Thank you, Otto. And you should consider voting for Barack in November -- if you've grown up by then.

Touche!

Actually, I think Otto said he would.

Well I'm very glad to hear that.

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Doesn't she? And the later it gets and the more she drinks the more poetic she becomes. Typing while drinking...

Gee, Bev, why don't you psycho-analyize me even further, and tell everybody about my abusive ex-boyfriend while you're at it?

But first, have a drink (it's on me). Lighten up. Feel the music, feel the happiness and good grooves going on all around you.

Pulsating...beating....throbbing...living.

I was alive, and I waited, waited...I was alive and I waited for you. Right here, right now...

Get an obsession other than me, babe. Try writing a poem, just for kicks.

Heh. I'll be the first one to critique it.

Typing while drinking...

You say that as if there's something wrong with it.

:(

LOL!! I loves you, workerbee!

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Nice, I actually had that song, well the original, stuck in my head earlier today when reading something she said or did. She pretty much sums up her campaign, a false sense of entitlement.

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